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for just the most opportune moment to unleash a torrent of sensual delights. And capture the unsuspecting.
    Over their first decade together, these gentle storms were the ones Scarlet had come to love the most. She knew that somehow, these temperate changes in the air were deeply rooted, and could thwart the thin perception she once called reality.
    These changes could sooth unholy lusts. Scarlet had eyes to see.
    She dressed all in white, mocking innocence because these games deepened his pleasures. Her breasts pushed above the tightly laced corset, both nipples exposed. Thin white stockings, garter, laced slit so he could easily access her sex. She hung a string of beads around her neck, fitted the sequined cap over her hair, and leaned into the mirror to smear crimson lipstick over her lips.
    She produced her eye-teeth, admiring their glint.
    “Funny, isn’t it?” Nicolai said, appearing behind her. He let his teeth glide over the bare skin of her shoulder.
    “What’s funny?” she asked.
    “How it is widely believed we can’t admire our own reflection.”
    She turned, propping her backside on the bureau, spreading her legs so that he could stand between her thighs. With a gloved hand, she swept her hair away from her neck and tipped her head to one side. “Leave a mark,” she whispered. “Watch in the mirror as you do.”
    He obeyed quickly. His teeth sliced into her skin, and she writhed with the pleasure of it, tightening her thighs around him. His shoulder rolled as he loosened the front of his trousers.
    She kissed him, gnawing the blood from his bottom lip.
    “On your knees,” he demanded, pulling a lock of her hair. “Kneel before the altar that is your Master. Prove to me you are my sweetest doll.”
    She leaned forward, hissing at him through gritted teeth. “So vulgar.”
    His eyes widened for a second. Then he lavished her snarling lip with a deep kiss. She growled. It was all so divine.
    And she sank to her knees, took him fully in her mouth, bathed him with her tongue, smeared him with her fluid. He howled, grabbed her ears, pumped her skull and shot his burning fluid into her throat.
    She swallowed every last delectable drop and stood, flickering one last quick lap over his mouth.
    “Ready to join with our girls for our gala opening?” he asked, strumming his knuckles over the soft white flesh of her jaw. “Ready to dance in our new abode?”
    She inhaled his breath through parted lips. “Your wealth is all that I need to swell my purse.”
    “As it shall always be.”
    “Come, let us awaken the girls.”
    As the sun sank and the quiet storm drifted closer, as a hushed stillness blanketed the room, Nicolai opened his trunk and tenderly removed each doll. He smiled at them, pressed his pursed lips to the pad of his forefinger and dabbed each painted mouth.
    Every glassy eye followed him. Except for the last. Its face was covered by long tangled locks. Yet it was with this doll where he lingered. He leaned forward to kiss her on the shrouded mouth and as he did so, his finger trailed under her white laced skirt to fondle the slit laced undergarment.
    “Oh,” Scarlet sighed. “That feels so nice. Do all your bordello dolls sense your touch as I do?”
    He glanced at her over his shoulder. And smiled faintly as he placed this one doll back into the trunk.
    Then he clapped his hands. “Rise ladies, we have a full night’s entertaining ahead of us, many purses that need to be filled.”
    One by one, the dolls materialised into fully formed elegant women. They took turns kissing him, drifting their long nails over his chest and groin, laughing, giggling, singing. They strolled out to prepare the dance.
    “The Scarlet woman,” he called, turning to her, reaching out his hand, “who found her fantasy could come true in the quiet hours between passion and death. Share the taste of passion with me this night. Let us learn of each other all over again.”
    She took his hand.
    And they danced